Meet the Starks

As he pulls into the driveway, I hear the crackling of the tire wheels crushing the ground below.  My office window always remains slightly cracked open from the years that gracefully dress it with character.  I know this sound means my morning coffee has arrived.  I click away fervently to finish off the idea at hand, then rush to the door to greet him and my fresh brewed cup of Kona.  And so this typically starts our day.